That, he supposed, might well depend on whether John Grey lived or died.

John Grey stepped back, feeling the words like a blow in the pit of his stomach.

So, he thought, through the gathering fog, John Grey had given him back his destiny.

Then it was gone, and John Grey stood blinking in the brilliant sun.

That property changed hands a number of times, until it was purchased by John Grey in 1965.

"I mean to shoot you," he had told John Grey.

John Grey stood beside his horse on the clifftops, looking down at the wild black sea.

Or with John Grey, who'd brought the boy here.

It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss.

John Grey had lost a wife-however he might have regarded her.

That, he supposed, might well depend on whether John Grey lived or died.

John Grey stepped back, feeling the words like a blow in the pit of his stomach.

So, he thought, through the gathering fog, John Grey had given him back his destiny.

Then it was gone, and John Grey stood blinking in the brilliant sun.

That property changed hands a number of times, until it was purchased by John Grey in 1965.

"I mean to shoot you," he had told John Grey.

John Grey stood beside his horse on the clifftops, looking down at the wild black sea.

Or with John Grey, who'd brought the boy here.

It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss.

John Grey had lost a wife-however he might have regarded her.